fandomhigh | Chemistry, Friday, Period 1

Class started too early in the morning, in a science classroom equipped with lab tables, Bunsen burners, and the faint smell of past explosions gone wrong. Safety goggles and gloves were at each workstation, as were supplies that might look familiar to anyone who'd taken a class with Professor Durden before.

Said professor leaned against his desk, watching and assessing the students as they came in.

"Hey," he greeted the class. "Welcome to Chemistry You Can Use. If you've taken a class with me before, welcome back; if you're new, welcome for the first time; and if you want to call me a stickbug, wait until after class."

"This semester is going to be about the cool parts of chemistry. I'll explain the science, don't worry, but most of it is going to be about actions, reactions, and getting things to happen. For that reason, we're going to go kind of fast, but if you need more explanation, let me know and I'll slow down. We aren't in the danger shop most weeks, and we'll be playing with a lot of things that can get you hurt. I'm not your mom, I'm not going to chase you down and force you to wear goggles and gloves -- though I recommend it -- but don't be stupid. If I tell you to quit doing what you're doing, quit it. You put the rest of the class in danger, you get detention. That's my one big rule." He would come up with smaller ones if he had to.

"This week, and I know this is old hat for some of you, we're making soap. Technically" -- he grinned -- "we are creating the alkali salt of a fatty acid." He went through a thumbnail lecture on the science of that. "If you've done it before, try to do it better, or add scents or herbs this time."

"Miss Yamanaka, please see me after class." His tone on that was pointed. "And I need at least one TA, if anybody's up for it."

"But first, introductions. Name, grade, why you're here, and who you would fight if you could fight anyone, living or dead, fictional people included." He jabbed his finger randomly toward a student. "You first."

[OOC: No, this wasn't just in the wrong journal. *handwaves*]

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"Among other things," he said. "It seems like you have too much time on your hands, and it's my prerogative as teacher to help with that little problem. Be my TA and lab assistant for the term, and we'll call it good."

What was the saying? Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. Or, in this case, keep the annoying ones closest.

Ino mulled over that.

"I think I could stand that," she decided.

"Better than detention?" Tyler asked, eyes sparkling. "Good. Usually I don't make my TAs do too much; you may be an exception." He'd hate for her to get bored again, after all.

"What are your feelings on paper mache?"

How sweet. "I like detention," she said indignantly. "It's totally not fair that you're just going to work me hard when you don't have the piemaker in this class."

...

"And I have this funny feeling that my opinion on paper mache isn't going to matter."

"I wouldn't make you work with it if you claimed to be violently allergic," Tyler said, with an indignant shrug. "But your guess is right. You get to help make volcanoes for our experiment next week. What's your schedule like next Wednesday and Thursday?"

The piemaker wasn't in this class. That meant she or he had been in the last one. That narrowed his list considerably. "I'll talk to the piemaker later, don't worry about her."

Ino's reaction to that would let him know if his guess was right. Damn, he liked playing detective.

Ino scowled at him.

"I work Wednesdays," she said. "Thursday I'm free."

Not anymore though, she suspected.

"Then meet me in this room Thursday morning," he told her brightly. "Wear something you don't mind getting messy." He had no intention of making this a regular thing, but she didn't need to know that just now.

The piemaker was definitely a girl, then. "And tell Anemone I'll be calling her."

She flushed, but didn't acknowledge the last bit beyond that. Stupid Tyler-sensei.

"I'll be there," she said, with some sense of dread. Her poor, poor Thursdays.

"I'll see you then," he said, affably enough. This would be fun.

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